It makes you look bad
With your head in a bag
Dear God, you look so f**ing sad
Embrace the reborn
Your belligerent die among your
Rabid core
Ignorant, they can't play
They will indoctrinate
The fetus in your name
They're scared to d**h of your game
A modern divide with your
Leap of faith
I need to, need to
I need to own you
To know I want you
I need to offer
You another
Jealous lover
I'm glad they'll be saved
While I sink where
I stand
Their faith shall be restored
In a valley of fire in his
Daddy's war
Your cries that won't make
Me hold salvation for
The fetus in your name
I need to, need to
I need to own you
To know I want you
I need to offer
You another
Jealous lover
I hope the heads of all your children
Are used for the pleasures of pagan gods
I need to, need to
I need to own you
To know I want you
I need to offer
You another
Jealous lover
It makes you look bad
With your head in a bag
Oh dear God, you look so f**ing sad
I hope the heads of all your children
Are used for the pleasures of pagan gods
Pagan gods, pagan gods, of pagan gods